Saturday, 7 December 2024

Apple


 Apple, the fruit of Love.

Was it really an apple?

So perfect and red. 

Not too sweet, a little tart in taste. 

Why so forbidden?

Why tarnished in reputation? 

Why not revered and adored, and known for its passion? 

Why not just say what it really was?

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